Today — as I reflect on the foot steps leading to the release of my second book Wild Wellies Wanted and the signing of a lease on a new home for t*da studio— 

I'm aware that I'm also more and more at ease with the belief that I possess absolutely —

Nothing.

And for this, I am exceptionally —

Grateful.

It's an answered prayer, really.

"Work through me, Lord," I pray daily, tagging my request with:

"Your will —

"Not mine."

I'm not saying I never get grabby, trigger happy —

Or just plain forget who is in charge here.

And yet—

As I ask and listen with more intention, I seem to find endless examples of magnificently-timed sacred departures and arrivals everywhere I turn.

The majestic head of the towering sunflower I nurtured from a single seed begins its descent and I feel a tinge of sadness.  

But then—

I notice a fresh new face —

Peering coyly over its shoulder.

It smiles back at me and breaks me open —

As only that which I do not control or possess can do.

Nature, the great teacher.

The patient reminder.

Are you aware of how you cultivate and embrace divine timing in your life?  Does viewing life's gifts as "loans" prosper your life today? 

To hold —

And be held.

These are among life's most holy acts, gifts —

Pleasures.

Heart to heart and tiny lips to tender bud, we are beheld with our first breath.  

And we behold —

Then grasp and gaze and coo and howl —

To be held —

Again.

And with each spring, we grow.

Each of us stronger, taller — becoming our own big blue horizons and towering pink torches of life.  Each of us changing — once the observer, now the climber.  Once the seeker, now the protector.

We allow ourselves and each other healthy distances and the room to grow.  

And still —

With all our hearts, we behold —

And are beheld.  

What and who do you behold today?  How are you allowing yourself and others to change and still be held?